Post by jimbo brian blishwick vi on Jun 30, 2024 9:47:48 GMT -7
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July 1st, 2029
A crackle of thunder bounced off of the storefronts of Horizont Alley, the hazy humidity of the summer air finally giving way to a storm. Jimbo had stationed himself outside of his matchmaking business, watching the setting sun gradually be engulfed by the dark clouds of the incoming rain. London needed it. There had been a dry spell over the last few weeks, an unbearable heat that had grown extremely tired of. One could only cast so many cold air charms before that became a chore as well. He had already sent his assistant, Maddie, home a few hours earlier because business was slow, and he felt awful for making her suffer in this weather. Looking back on it, that had been a smart decision as she surely would have been caught in the nasty weather that was bound to come crashing down any minute now, had she left at her normal time.
Jimbo inhaled, failing to get the scent of petrichor. It was blocked by the urbanization of the shopping district. His grandfather’s home out in the country had always been the perfect spot for watching a storm rolling in. He missed spending his summers there, as he had done every summer up until he graduated from Hogwarts. When his grandfather downsized and sold the house to a wealthy muggle family, Jimbo had protested; he had only been nineteen at the time, but had wanted to keep it in the family, much like most of the Blishwick empire. Every couple of years, he looked it up to see if it was on the market again, but it seemed to still be owned by the same family all these decades later. N
Now, all he had was the front of his shop, Hogsmeade locations aside. If the rain was hard enough, not even the canvas overhang would prevent him from getting wet. Still, it was relaxing to watch the slow decline of the day’s weather occur. A final reprieve from the heat and providing them with at least an hour or two of cooler air. Until the humidity spiked back up, of course. Letting out a content exhale, he sipped gently on the cup of tea he’d brought with him, the temperature of which paralleled the outside air nicely. Pretty soon here, the shoppers of the alleyways would be scattering left and right. He always did enjoy watching that from the safety of his stoop.
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